"It's no good waiting for to-morrow.

Let's get the Lebs by the scruff to-night.

Let's break Ingolby's windows and soak him in the Sagalac.

Allons--allons gai!" Uproar and broken sentences, threats, oaths, and objurgations sounded through the room.

There was a sudden movement towards the door, but the exit of the crowd was stopped by a slow but clear voice speaking in French.
"Wait a minute, my friends!" it cried.